It started with Death and Creation. It ended with death.
A young woman's fate entangled with the fate of the most unlikely of men. Recent college grad Mackenzie Blake finds herself in a unique predicament when her grandfather tells her that she bears the power of a fate. Anything she writes will come to pass. Learning about her family and her past, she soon finds herself on the run from all sorts of creatures and people including a handsome, charming man by the name of Father Gabriel Vella.
What happens when a priest who fails to kill a heretic meets a young woman desperate to survive? What happens when the supernatural collides with the real and the two pair up? Can the two of them survive when the rest of the world is against them?

Excerpt

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it's been a few months since my last confession.” Gabriel sat down next to Jean-Luc in the pews and made the sign of the cross. Usually this was done in a confessional but Gabriel hated being in those small confined places.
“No need to be so formal Gabriel, it's just us.” Jean-Luc looked at Gabriel, who shook his head.
“It's still a confession,” Gabriel sighed deeply pulling his rosary out of his pocket and lowered his head as if he was praying.
“Whenever you're ready.” Jean-Luc leaned back in the pew waiting. He knew confession was hard for Gabriel and that he was the only one he trusted with it.
Gabriel kept silent as his mind tried to wrap around why he was here. The woman, that was his reason, he couldn't get her out of his head and his body had started to make demands from him. Demands he had tried so desperately to get rid of when he first became a priest. He was obviously frustrated as he stood up in what could have appeared to be annoyance.
“God Damn it, Jean-Luc!” Gabriel leaned against a pew and clenched his jaw. He made the sign of the cross over his chest after realizing he had just used to the Lord's name in vain, something he's never done before. His irritation had to do with his lack of sleep in which his mind was constantly working to grasp at his own failure. It should have been a simple task given to him by God, kill the woman, and fulfill God's work. Now he was living with a sense of dread constantly looming over him. “I failed, He asked me to kill her and I failed.”
“You're not a killer, Gabriel.” Though there was shock apparent in Jean-Luc's voice, he recovered and he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. Gabriel leaned forward on his hands and let out a deep breath. Maybe Jean-Luc was right, maybe Gabriel wasn't a killer, but that didn't stop him from feeling the weight of his failure. He looked up to the cross that hung above the alter and sighed deeply. He turned to face his friend and Jean-Luc's hand slide off his shoulder “There's more?”
“I had the knife in my hand, and it was pressed to her throat.” Gabriel looked down at his hands; he could still feel the knife in his hand, and he could still feel the weight of her shoulder under his palm. “All I had to do was push the blade into her neck and she would have been gone, but I couldn't do it.... I looked down at her and I just... I couldn't.”
“Why?” It was a simple question. A question any priest would ask if they were in Jean-Luc's position, but it was a question Gabriel didn't know if he had the answer too. He sat down on in the pew and folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes as he bowed his head.
“I...” Gabriel bit down on his bottom lip as he thought about how to put it. “I think I care about her.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you about my dream and what happened in my room?” Gabriel looked at Jean-Luc, who nodded and sat next to him. Gabriel sighed deeply before speaking again. “I wanted to kiss her again, I wanted to press her to my bed and feel her underneath me. I wanted to feel her bare skin under my fingers, I've never... Jean-Luc, in all of my life, even before I joined the priesthood, I have never felt like this.”
“Do you love her?” Jean-Luc asked as he glanced at him.
“Love?” Gabriel shook his head, “no, I think it's lust, but I … I won't break my vows just to find out. So,” he paused as he looked down at his hands. “What do I do?”
“That, my friend, is between you and God.” Jean-Luc clapped his hand on Gabriel's back, then they sat in silence.